Sheila suddenly stopped as she turned toward me. "They are led by a woman by the name of Evelyn Tamble. She is..."I sat up when Sheila mentioned the n...me, "Tamble?" When Sheila nodded I started to curse. Both Sheila and the woman looked at me strange a moment. "That asshole!" I said as I shook my head.The woman named Betty was suddenly intrigued. "Ok you've peaked my curiosity. Do you know her?"I turned toward her with a smirk on my face, "Oh yeah, I know her. Almost as well as the asshole who. Girls tee shirts, kneesocks andpenny loafers replaced his own. His hair was allowed to grow and hisfingernails were carefully shaped and painted with clear polish. Then anotherblow came: she forced him to change his major to 'business', a euphemism forsecretarial study. From that day on he attended school almost exclusively inthe company of girls.The girls quickly noticed when knee high stockings replaced Mark's socks,when his shirts buttoned backwards, and when his trousers had no fly.. We exchanged a number of sexy messages that I eventually ended up in the bathroom stroking my hard cock. My cock exploded into the basin while I thought about fucking her tight cunt and potentially her ass as well. Once my balls were relieved from the build up of cum. I managed to relax the rest of the day. Soon it was night time and then Monday. Thankfully Monday went by quickly and it was soon Monday night and I was laying in bed looking forward to seeing Krystal the next morning. We. He squeezed my full breasts, licked them, sucked them and generally took a lot of time with my tits. I could feel the sensations sizzling from my nipples to my cunt, and I was gasping and breathing heavily.Just then, I felt his fingers slide between my legs, just sawing over my mound, without actually touching me. Suddenly, he slipped his fingers in the gusset of my panties and I gasped loudly as he delved into my wet flesh. He plunged two fingers in my hole and fucked me for about five.